Behind the Curtains: itsmesophie erome

Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in itsmesophie erome. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than itsmesophie erome,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “itsmesophie erome” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “itsmesophie erome” climax ever recorded.